Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2007 16:52:52 -0500
From: Ed Burau
Subject: Starting Again Chapter 25
Starting Again Chapter 25 by lennoxbear@gmail.com
Thursday morning was uncommonly quiet in the staid, conservative office of
the downtown law firm. Several partners were finishing up cases out of the
office. Others had already left for long extended Memorial Day weekends.
With not much going on, James decided to take a long lunch hour and hit the
gym. He felt primed and pumped when he returned. It wasn't a particularly
busy day at the gym either since so many members were off for the holiday.
He hadn't even been able to play in the sauna with one of his favourite
playmates. His balls were churning with the need for release when he
walked back into his firm's lobby. His suit pants hung perfectly over his
firm round muscle butt and bulged suggestively over the horny semi-swollen
dick.
The receptionist handed him a couple of messages and some mail then looked
over at the waiting room. "James, there's someone here to see you. Says
she has some questions about a potential case and heard you were just the
right person to handle it. She doesn't have an appointment. Do you want
me to send her in to your office?"
"Um." James turned to look at the tall statuesque woman in a form fitting
expensive suit. Her back was turned to him but as she turned to return a
magazine to a table he saw a very attractive face and what promised to be
one huge set of tits. "Uh, give me a minute to get my desk organized and
then send her in." He rushed down the long corridor to his office,
organized his desk, adjusted his cock in his snug suit pants and reached
for the phone to call the receptionist. There was a light tapping on the
door and the tall woman slowly walked into the room.
"Good afternoon. My name is Marsha. Uh, Marsha Ma..um, Spacey. I have it
from a good friend of mine that you are quite the lawyer. I'd like to talk
with you about a possible sexual harassment case."
"Oh. Well, please come in and have a seat. May I get you some coffee, tea
or a cold drink?"
"A cold bottle of water would be nice. It's going to be a very warm
holiday weekend I hear. This suit is a bit warm. Silly me."
"Of course." He stepped over to a hidden refrigerator and pulled out a
bottle of water. He grabbed a glass from the shelf and stood just to her
left to hand it to her. A stance that gave him a good view of the ample
cleavage in the front of her suit. "And who did you say referred you?"
"Oh a friend of your senior partner's, a Mr. Davidson."
James couldn't recall anyone by that name but if it was a referral from
above, who was he to turn it down. "Well, then I hope I can be of
assistance. I can be quite aggressive in the proper circumstances."
She smiled coyly and sipped her water. The long elegant fingers caressing
the bottle. "So I've been told. Well, then let me outline my case." She
leaned slightly forward to get a pad from her purse. The top button of her
blouse came undone and exposed a bit more of the big breasts. James
crossed his legs in an effort to hide the stiffening prick in his pants.
Hers seemed to be a simple case of sexual harassment and could be one
brought to a close quite easily, possibly without going to court.
"Miss Spacey I think we can be of help and I will handle this personally."
"I was hoping you'd say that." She moved to get a small date book from her
purse. "I may even be able to provide some photos but I may not be able to
do so for a week or so. I'm not sure when I should make another
appointment?" He glanced at her long legs as she reached over to retrieve
a pen she had dropped. His desk was really nothing more than a table with
big drawers and he started to get up to help her. "Oh no, I have it.
Oops." The empty water bottle went skittering across the carpet. "Silly
me."
James got up to get it. She met him at the side of the desk as her hand
brushed his butt. "These things fall over so easily when they're empty."
"Yes don't they." He quickly picked up his legal pad and held it in front
of his crotch. "Well, I will call you when I have the rest of my
information. What do you need as a retainer?" She looked him directly in
the eyes. Her breasts were practically resting on his arm.
"Oh, um, nothing right now. Why don't we talk about that on your next
visit when you have the rest of your info and then I can give you a
number?"
"Oh, well, isn't that kind of you. Well, then I will be in touch in a week
or so. Thank you." She turned, picked up her purse from the floor next to
the chair and walked to the door. He watched her firm round butt and then
quickly moved to open the door. "I'll be in touch. Bye." He closed the
door, quietly flipped the lock and walked to his private closet. In a few
minutes, he had dropped his pants and a thick load.
The phone rang jarring him back to reality. "Your wife on line 3 sir.
Something about the pool man sending someone else to do the work." James
frowned. Two words he didn't want to hear, your wife. And what does she
mean someone else came to do the pool?
Sam and Header herded everyone from their vehicles into Tank's compound.
The guys were ready for a weekend of swimming, partying and relaxing.
Harley pointed to airpots full of coffee and coolers of beer if someone
wanted a tall and frosty. The bar was open and LJ stood ready to fill
guest orders. Before anyone could do much of anything, Buzz stood up on an
outdoor bench and asked for everyone's attention.
"Okay, guys, we talked about this in the car on the way here and thought we
needed to set a few ground rules since we have a mix of people here this
weekend. There are a couple of people here who are, well, not of the same
persuasion as many of us."
Dave and Gus rolled their eyes and sipped their coffees. Dave waved at
Buzz. "It's all right, you can say it. We're, heaven forbid, straight."
Joe snorted. "I don't think Buzz can use that word any more."
Buzz giggled. "Of course I can. They're...non-gay."
Gus sighed and looked at Dave. "Ya think you've raised your kid right to
not discriminate. And now this. Guess I have some more work to do."
Buzz shot his Dad a big grin. "You taught me so well not to discriminate I
had to find out for myself."
Gus looked at Tim his other son. "What about you?"
Tim shrugged. "Fuck, I'm just gay. You guys want to do the nasty with
women. That's your problem."
Dave let out a loud whoop. "Do the nasty?"
Buzz waved his arms. "Back to the ground rules. The uh, non-gay people
will be easy to recognize."
"We'll have the black armbands to mourn the death of our sex lives this
weekend."
Dave Jr. shivered. "Ewwww, Dad."
Buzz shot them a nasty look. "IF YOU DON'T MIND? We all agreed that being
here is clothing optional. We're assuming the non-gay will not feel
inferior."
"Speak for yourself son."
"Thanks dad. Hmmm. However, Tank has said he would prefer the basic
workout clothes in the gym and shoes to avoid injury. Let's try to avoid
any greasy oily and um, other marks on the workout machines. Except. One
thing. This evening dinner dress is cutoffs, the smaller the better."
Tank put his hand up. "We have lots of suntan lotion and sunscreen to
protect all those special body parts for anyone who wants to lounge around
the pool."
Dave Jr. looked at his Dad. "You can burn your dick?"
Dave almost snorted his coffee through his nose. "Never thought I'd say
this but, yes, you can burn your dick and balls. And your asshole, so
don't be one. Ask your uncle?"
"Sam?"
"Oh I ain't telling stories now. Buzz, what else?"
"Please refrain from having hot, passionate, sweaty dirty sex in front of
the st, st, st...non-gay folk."
"We can't watch?"
"You can if you want to learn something." Buzz smiled a big dirty grin.
Gus put his hand up this time. "However, guys, we don't want to be a wet
blanket on everyone's fun. So you can kiss all you want, pinch nipples,
suck nipples, grope dick or balls. Dave, DJ and I don't much care. Let me
demonstrate." Gus walked across the courtyard to where Officer John,
Buzz's lover and partner was standing grinning at the exchange of
silliness. He put his coffee cup down on a table, wrapped his hand around
the back of John's thick neck and planted a long deep wet kiss on the
surprised cop. The men whooped loud and long as Gus turned back around and
bowed.
"A good kiss among friends is still a good kiss." He picked up his cup and
took two steps back toward Dave. "Oh, this is yours." He took a wad of
gum from his mouth and held it out to John. The big cop blushed and took
it back.
"DAD! That's my lover."
"Well, then you're a luckier man than I thought."
Buzz almost fell from the bench laughing. "Okay, I think we get the idea.
There's an outside shower over here if you want to do the pool and hot tub.
If you want to have a bit more fun in the shower, Tank has opened a side of
his garage locker room, non-gay guys, that one is off limits to you. We'll
figure out sleeping arrangements back at the cabin later. All we ask is
that we all treat each other with respect."
Andy smirked and giggled. "Well, there goes a fun weekend."
The men all thanked Buzz and got into the fun of the long weekend. A few
men quickly stripped, and headed to showers. The gay-only community shower
was a scene of ass grabbing and cock pulling as everyone headed back to the
warm sun and pool. They were greeted by a naked Dave and Gus already
lounging at poolside.
Gus raised his cup. "Oh come on, did you really think we were going to
spend the whole weekend in swimsuits? Give me a break."
Sam slowly shook his head. "It's going to be a long weekend."
Bruce and Steve helped Carlos, LJ and Header get food going for lunch.
Tank hugged them both. "I was floored when my caterer called and said you
two had picked up the tab for meals. You're too much."
Bruce sipped his martini. "On the contrary, it's the least we can do for
your hospitality and for everything Sam has done for us over the years."
Tank shook their hands. "Yeah, Sam's a special guy. Where is he?"
"Over in the corner talking with, is it Zeke, in the wheelchair? Guess
he's a student of Sam's?"
Tank laughed. "Small world ain't it? How many students get to find out
their advisor is gay let alone about to see him naked?"
Sam pulled a chair up next to Zeke's wheels and untied his shoes. He
slowly removed his shoes and socks as he began the discussion. "So Zeke,
does it bother you to be here and find out that I'm gay?"
"No sir, not if it doesn't bother you that I am?" Sam pulled off his shirt
and dropped his jeans. "Holy shit doc. Wow. Oh sorry. Guess that wasn't
very respectful"
"Does this bother you?"
Zeke's eyes opened wide as he giggled. "I wouldn't exactly use the word
bother." He pushed himself up in his chair and stretched his legs. "Damn,
spasm. I hope this doesn't effect my grades down the road, but doc, you
are one built motherfucker. Your partner is one lucky fucker."
"I'm the lucky one. You want to join us being naked? I have to say from
where I sit you have one helluva good upper body. I assume you don't have
a problem with how people perceive your legs?"
"No sir. I may not have the best quads here but I sure as hell don't let
what people think stop me. Well usually."
"Well then get comfortable." Zeke peeled off his T-shirt to reveal his
thick pumped upper body and prime arms. He leaned forward to untie his
shoes and pull them off. "You want some help with those jeans?" Sam
leaned forward. Zeke wrapped his arms around his advisor's neck and Sam
helped him stand up. Sam steadied him as he undid his jeans. Sam pulled
him close and hugged him. "Zeke, there isn't any one here you can't call a
friend. I'm always happy to make a new friend, especially someone who has
as much potential as you. And, uh, I think you're potential is poking me
in the hip."
Zeke blushed. "Sorry Doc. I uh, well, my legs are messed up but
obviously, my dick works." Sam helped him out of his jeans and socks.
"So, what about Spence?"
Zeke let out a low sigh. "I really fucked that up. As a counselor I
should really be ashamed of that but you know what they say about
caregivers? Ya know doc, despite my hard as nails don't get in my way
persona, I'm a mess when it comes to my personal emotions. I didn't think
Spence would want to be burdened with a gimp in a chair, who well, can't
keep up with him on everything."
"Did you talk to him about that?" Zeke quietly shook his head no. "You
afraid he might say no?" Zeke took a deep breath. "You of all people
understand, nothing ventured nothing gained. If you want a shot at
happiness with someone, you have to deal and play all the cards."
"I know sir. I don't understand. I don't usually panic, but I did with
Spence. This whole being in a chair thing well, I..."
"Nope don't buy it. See that big black guy over there with the lean blond
guy? That's Bill. Came back from Iraq with a couple of screwed up legs
and met Ken, also a vet from Iraq. Ken had some problems of his own with
which to contend. Ken was more concerned that Bill wouldn't like or accept
him because of his limited experience as a gay man. Bill's legs were never
an issue. But Bill thought they were. Then they, well, had an epiphany.
And now, they help each other with workouts and well, Bill is gaining
strength back in his legs. But my point is they had to talk and be honest
with each other. And then there's Andy. He's on your caseload. Look at
him over there with Pete and his brother. They're a three some. We were
all so worried about Andy losing the rest of his leg to cancer but the love
of those two men, and your influence has worked wonders. The man can't
wait to get back to work. So, where's that leave you?"
"You think I have a chance with Spence?"
Sam shrugged. "I can't answer that question. You're the one who has to
talk it out with him. Do you still have feelings for him or is that dick
sticking up between your legs for me?"
Zeke closed his eyes and bit his lips. "Well, I'd be lying if I didn't
admit I find you one hot man, but I would really like to rebuild what I
started with Spence, although, it's been a few months."
"Well, this weekend seems like the right time. Maybe fate's taking its
course."
Zeke slowly nodded. He motioned for Sam to lean forward and kissed him
lightly on the lips. "Thanks Doc. I look forward to working with you the
next couple of years."
"It's my honour."
"Where is Spence?"
Sam looked around at the group of happy partying men. "I'm not sure. He
may finally be having a long overdue conversation of his own with his
father."
Zeke looked around the pool. "What? Who? Oh. You mean,... damn. That
explains a lot."
"Yep. Well Zeke you know, life's all about starting over, again and
again."
Spence paced back and forth in the garage locker room and shower. He'd
start toward the door to join the others at the pool and for lunch then
turn back and walk across the room. He sat down on one of the benches the
guys had dragged in and sighed.
"That doesn't exactly sound like an enthusiastic start to a long holiday
weekend." He looked up at Tank standing in the doorway. The big man was
simply dressed in cutoffs and beat-up workboots. Spence swallowed hard.
"I don't know where to start sir."
Tank walked over and sat next to him on the bench. "Well, then that makes
two of us. Let me start. I know I've been a shit head kinda father to
you. I tried to go around your mother to see you but she hates my guts.
Just between you and me, I don't think she liked the thing of my turning
out to be gay. I guess I just got caught up so much in my own life and
living with Sam and just being a queer pig for him that well, I didn't
think I had any place in your life."
"Yeah, mom isn't the easiest bitch to get along with."
"Hmmm, she's still your mother. When you got to be 18, then 21, I thought,
fuck her, I should be able to see my own son and make my own life and
relationship with him. Then, I thought well, here I am with all these gay
men as friends, and a lover and well, it's a piss poor excuse. I shoulda
tried harder."
"Did you know you were gay when you and mom had sex?"
"Yes. But I thought, well, I was a mess for years after coming back from
`Nam and well, that ain't no real excuse either, but. I was trying to play
both sides of the fence. Welllll. Truth is I'd rather suck dick than be
with a woman. And to be even more honest. I've been the bottom pig for a
big leather stud for years. Hell, it's wasn't until Harley a few weeks ago
that I realized I could be a for real top man and Daddy to him. But that
ain't got nothing to do with you."
"When was the last time you talked with mom?"
"Oh, maybe six years ago. I tracked her down in Ohio and tried to get her
to tell me where you were but she wouldn't. I searched on the Internet but
wasn't finding much to go on and didn't try much since Sam died."
"Sam died? Then Harley? Oh Dad, I'm so sorry. I don't have much of a
track record to follow, work, school, work, not much else."
"Then a few months ago, this guy waltzes into my life, hires me to rehab
this cabin and campground and starts me out again on a whole new life."
"Sam?"
"Yep, these are a fine bunch of men. Both his friends and mine. A bit
randy and horny but oh shit, whdyaspect from a bunch of gay fuckers. But,
Sam has a great relationship with his brother and nephew and parents. And
then there's Gus whose sons Buzz and Tim are gay. And Buzz's lover is that
big burly cop. I guess you know all this?"
"Yeah. Sam and Joe are my neighbours back in Pittsburgh, well, a few
houses away but same basic neighbourhood."
Tank laid his hand over his son's on the bench. "So, your being here is
because you are friends with them and you're gay?"
Spence chuckled. "Yes sir. I guess those nuts didn't fall far from the
tree. But I think they knew something cause I get the feeling part of this
may have been orchestrated."
Tank furrowed his brow and studied Spence's face. "Hmm. And? You haven't
told your mom have ya?"
Spence blushed and leaned back about to fall over. Tank caught him. "No,
she's gotten into all this religious crap and just hates you and gay men
and well almost everything in the world that normal people like. To be
honest, I hardly talk to her. I don't know how. I don't want to cut her
out of my life but I sure as hell ain't getting much from her as a mom."
"She did the best she could."
Spence nodded slowly. "Yeah, I suppose. But when I finished college I
moved to Chicago, then back to Pittsburgh for this job and I'm on the road
a fair amount and, well, I grew away from her. Then I met Sam and Joe and
the rest of them and these last few days I start to think I need to find my
father and well, here we are."
Tank slid his arm hesitantly over his son's shoulders. "Yeah here we are.
Look, Spence, I can't say or do anything that can remotely make up for not
being a father to you all these years but I do love you." Tears fell down
the man's face as he spoke. "And more than anything right now, I want us
to build back the relationship and love we lost. I can, well, beg you to
forgive me and hope you can find it in your heart to do that. I want us to
start again and build a new life together."
"I'd like that Dad. I'm sorry I didn't try harder too. And I'm sorry I
wasn't here for you when Sam died."
"Well, you'll get to know Harley. He's a good man and it scares me how
devoted he is. He reads my mind sometimes." Tank put his arm around
Spence and hugged him close. "We have all weekend to start again. But I
suppose we should rinse off to use the pool and get some lunch. Carlos and
LJ have lunched all planned."
Spence stood up and stripped off his clothes to stand naked before the
father he hadn't seen in years. "Well?"
"You're a beautiful man son." Tank dropped his shorts and stepped over to
one of the shower nozzles. The two men quickly showered. They fought off
the obvious physical attraction they had for each other and returned to
poolside. Harley met both of them with a plate of food in his hand. Tank
took one look at him and grinned. Harley got a very strange look on his
face and hugged them both. "Harley. What's that shit-eating grin on your
face about?"
"Nothing Tank, really. Go get some lunch guys." The two men walked across
the courtyard to get some of the spread Carlos and LJ had prepared with the
caterers help. Sam and Joe sat at the counter in the kitchen and greeted
their friends.
Tank helped himself to some potato salad and quietly looked at Sam. Sam
tipped his glass of lemonade in a salute. Tank looked over at Joe who
could hardly contain his smile. Tank looked back outside at Harley who
stood beaming as he stood talking with Header and Andy. Tank poured
himself another cup of coffee. "You two planned this little reunion didn't
ya?" He quickly glanced back at Harley who quickly looked away. "And that
little shit was in on it."
Sam shrugged and demurely smiled at Spence. "Maybe."
Spence looked around the big house at all the beefy, happy, furry men and
back to Sam, Joe and Tank before him. "Thank you."
Tank set down his plate and cup. "I'll thank you two proper like later.
HARLEY." Tank walked outside, grabbed the startled young man in his thick
arms and planted one whale of a kiss that had the men stomping their feet
and whooping. "Damn I love you but don't you keep a secret like that from
me again. Or else."
"Or else you'll spank me?"
"Fuck no; you'd like that too much. Put your plate down." Harley set his
plate on a side table just as Tank scooped him up, tossed him into the pool
and jumped in after him. They resurfaced on the far side and there was no
mistaking the look on Harley's face that Tank had sunk his oar.
Spence laughed and blushed at the same time. He turned to keep from
smacking Joe in the hip with his stiff dick. "Is it wrong to get a hardon
from being around your father?"
Joe faked incredulity. "Not when your Daddy looks like that." Spence
bobbed his head in agreement then looked back at Joe. His eyes narrowed as
he studied Joe and Tank.
Sam watched Tank and Harley create waves in the pool. "So you two are,
well, um, okay?"
Spence slowly smiled. "We will be. I think. There are a lot of things we
need to discuss, you know, through which we need to sort, and well, some
questions I think we both have, and well, I guess some things with which we
might be uncomfortable and some issues..."
"And besides all that you want to have sex with him?"
Spence blushed. "Damn. It's been a long time since I saw him, he's huge.
And hot. But besides that, I feel sort of guilty for not trying more from
my end. And for not being around when Sam died."
Joe munched on some salad. "You couldn't have known about all of that.
And, you haven't told your mother you're gay have you?"
"No, I haven't. I find it hard to believe she couldn't know but she's in
denial about so much. I need to get things right with my father first and
then her."
Sam slipped his arm around Spence. "Father first. Zeke second. I think
you're mother can wait. That wild man over there in the wheelchair just
may be the one you're looking for and need to love. You may need to make
the first move there too."
Spence watched Zeke reaching for food on the counter. "You think?"
Sam looked him quietly in the eyes. "Yeah, I do."
Spence picked up his plate and drink. "This looks like it could be a truly
remarkable weekend. Excuse me gentlemen. I need to go help some one with
some food." He took two steps toward Zeke then turned around. "I don't
know how you figured all this out, including Zeke, but thanks. I owe ya
big time."
Sam smiled as Spence sauntered over to Zeke. Joe looked at the silly grin
on his partner's face and sniffed. "You didn't know a thing about Zeke and
Spence did you?"
Sam's grin got bigger. "Not until a few minutes ago. I got me a good
feeling about this."
Joe's eyes widened. "Judging by the way Spence's dick is slowly rising,
you may be right. Can Zeke have sex?"
"I think so, in some fashion. If they disappear at some point this
afternoon, I guess we'll find out."
Spence quietly helped Zeke get food from the not exactly accessible set up.
Carlos and LJ had moved food out of the way of Sam the Shepherd and Doober
to keep the happy pups from devouring everything in sight but forgetting
about needing to accommodate Zeke. The two men headed for a quiet corner
and sat in the shade to talk.
Zeke took a long swig of the cold beer. "Damn that's good. It's nice to
not have to worry about driving this weekend."
"So you're staying here at Tank's?" Zeke nodded as he ripped into his
sandwich. "Good."
"Why?"
"Well, that way I now where I'll be sleeping tonight."
Zeke almost dropped his plate when he choked. Spence caught it and placed
it back in his lap, wrapping his fingers around the long lean cock. "Uh,
that's not likely to help to steady my plate. And you really want to spend
time with me?"
Spence shot him a confused look. "Yeah you lopsided dweeb. Of course.
Why'd you shut me out a few months ago?"
Zeke took a deep breath and blew it out. "Buddy, don't let my gruff, got
the world under control fašade fool you. When it comes to affairs of the
heart I am a fucking mess. A BIG fucking mess."
"Why? You're smart, I mean really intelligent, funny, talented, good
looking.."
"You think I'm good looking?"
"Yeah, you fuck head. Why wouldn't I?" Zeke glanced at his legs. "What?
You think just because you're in this speed wagon that I wouldn't be
interested in you? I wouldn't care about you? I mean, just because you
have two of the skinniest legs in the known world..."
"I do not."
"Yeah right."
"I can do some work on a machine with my legs."
"Skinny." Zeke laughed in spite of himself. Spence reached down and took
the plate of food from Zeke's lap. "Get up wheel boy."
"What?"
"Get up, you heard me." Zeke pushed himself up to a standing position and
balanced on his legs. "Today, we're going to enjoy lunch, maybe grab a
workout in the gym my dad told me about here, play around in the pool or
hot tub, have a good dinner with all these naked men, and tonight...well,
tonight, I'm gonna drain every bit of cum out of those big fat balls cause
I know the secret."
Zeke laughed as he threw his arms around Spence's neck. "Secret? What
secret? That I like men?" Spence lifted his hands to Zeke's plump pecs and
flicked the two big nipples. "Oh no. Not the nipples." Spence slowly
rubbed them between his fingers and felt Zeke's cock rise against his.
"No, oh shit, damn, Spence stop. Okay, you do know a secret or two."
"A secret?" Zeke blushed.
"Yeah. So my nips're super sensitive. And you figured out I'm still
paranoid about getting too close to anyone cause I don't think they will
want to be saddled with a gimp in a chair."
"You ain't saddling me with anything except maybe an opportunity to be with
you."
"Don't shit me."
"I am not shittin' you. I was really getting lost in you a few months ago
and then you cut me off. I liked you for you. Skinny legs and all." Zeke
laughed. "And what other place is better than in my father's house and
with a bunch of men I've grown to think of as family. We need to start
this relationship all over again. I'll let the air out of your tires if
you try to get away again."
"Sam told me about Tank being you're father. That's awesome."
Spence kissed Zeke hard on the lips. "Yeah, so you'll have to keep me
occupied so I don't go off and try to have sex with my Dad."
Zeke shrugged. "I don't think that's such an awful thing if you two want
it and it happens naturally. I'd do him."
"You're leaking down my leg fucker."
"Yeah sorry about that but you started it by twisting my nips."
"You finished with lunch?" Zeke scarfed down the last two bites of his
sandwich.'
"Good, we need to go get cleaned up. Where's your room?"
"Why? We can just wash our hands over th...oh. Uh, Spence, I haven't
gotten off in a while so it may be..."
"I'll take that as a challenge. Let's go. Spin around there bucko."
Sam and Joe were lounging poolside trying to decide whether or not to join
the group who was going to workout or the group who was going to go for a
run. Tank and Harley sauntered over and flopped down in nearby chairs.
"Harley told me how you put two and two together. Thanks."
"Glad to help. And very glad it seems to be going in the right direction
and that you two didn't get into a fight."
"No, I don't think that's going to happen. If anything, I'm going to have
to fight not to grope him. Good looking man if I do say so myself. So
where is he?" Tank looked around the pool. "Did he go downstairs to
workout?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Where's Zeke's room?"
"Oh, he's in the big room at the end of the hall. Lots of room for his
chair and...oh. Zeke and Spence, whodathunk?"
Joe chuckled. "It's going to be an interesting weekend for sure."
Spence had quietly rolled Zeke back to his room and closed the door. He
excused himself to use the bathroom, checked for and found the necessary
kit and cleaned himself. Tank thought of everything. When he walked back
into the room, Zeke was sprawled naked on the bed, stiff prick reaching up
to his navel.
"You started without me?"
Zeke pushed himself up on the pile of pillows. "Not exactly. I've been
stiff as granite since you pushed me back here. I've quite a little pool
of goo here on my abs.
"Hmmph, so you do." Spence straddled the man's lean body, leaned forward
and slurped down the sticky pre-cum. "Damn, I missed you." He slid up
over Zeke and pressed their lips together. The two men locked arms around
each other and ravenously kissed. Spence worked his way downward,
torturing both swollen erect nips and tracing the tight pattern of muscle
in the taut abs. He wrapped his fingers around the still leaking dick and
kissed the big purple head. "Mmmmm, and look at these two big balls.
Fuck. How long's it been since you got off dude?"
Zeke flashed red. "A couple of weeks. Or months. I'm not sure. I've
been really busy and getting ready to go back to school, working with Andy
and a couple of other guys, just didn't take time."
Spence propped himself up on an arm and softly stroked the throbbing prick.
Shivers of excitement shook Zeke's body. "You punishing yourself?"
Zeke was about to protest then slowly shook his head. "Good guess. Andy
is a really cool man. He's lucky cause he has his brother and a lover. I
was so jealous. All I did was pump iron, work and study. I was so tired I
couldn't jack off.
"So what, you don't think you're worthy of having a good relationship?"
"I told you I didn't think you wanted to be saddled with a gimp in a
chair. So what have you been doing with yourself?"
Spence sighed. "Embarrassingly, fucking, well, getting fucked by several
men. I even talked my brother into fucking my ass."
"Your brother the big beefy contractor?" Spence nodded. "You been that
busy?" He nodded again and sighed a low yes.
"I couldn't seem to get you so I was taking any dick as a substitute."
Spence swallowed the big cock in front of him.
"Oh shit, careful." Spence sat up, threw his leg over Zeke, straddled the
man's hips, aimed his cock at his ass and slowly sank his body down on
Zeke's fuckpole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhdammmmmmm."
"I'm going to fuck you dry this weekend wheel boy. And when we get back to
Pittsburgh, I ain't letting you go unless we both agree." He fucked
himself on the still growing cock." Zeke could only moan. The moaning
intensified as Spence worked the nips to get one of the biggest loads up
his ass that Zeke ever shot. He fell forward for another round of kissing
until Zeke's cock plopped from his soggy butthole.
"You're really set on us working this out?"
"Yeah? Aren't you?"
Zeke hugged him tightly. "Oh yeah. I've waited a long time to have
somebody say that to me." Spence smiled back. "So you going to feed me
your load now?" He pushed Spence back and pulled himself up on top of the
muscle pup. "I may not be able to do things in a routine way, but I can
suck your cock until cum flows from my ears."
Spence giggled. "Sorry but I don't think I have that much to drain."
Steve, Matt, Ken and Bill pumped iron for an hour, then cooled off in the
pool while another group pumped. A large gaggle of men was organizing a
run when Spence and Zeke appeared in the gym. Matt stretched shirtless in
his running shorts and slipped Spence a high five as they left on their
run. Zeke flopped himself onto the bench. "Don't take this the wrong way,
but that man has the most fucking unbelievable ass I have ever seen.
Sam and Joe walked into the gym with Gus, Dave and the teenage gang. Sam
looked at the gang of shirtless men heading out on their run. "Funny, I
think everybody says that about Matt."
Spence checked his butt in a mirror. Zeke reached over and rubbed it.
"That's OK, it inspired me for later."
Gary came bouncing down the steps to join Dave Jr., Ron and Tim. "I
couldn't go for a run with those men. I've been getting hard every time
I'm around Swede and Scott. I may not be able to handle this job working
for him."
Joe patted the kid on his back. "Oh you'll be immune in no time. So who's
doing all the work while you and Swede are here."
"The two straight guys who work for Swede. They're really nice. I like
them a lot. Will I really become immune?"
Sam looked at Joe. "Based on our experience being around Swede, no, no,
no, um, no, not at all." Gary gave them a confused look and then caught
on.
"Ohhhh. I get it. Okay, that visual doesn't help me either. Anyway,
these guys are doing a couple of extra jobs including one where Swede says
the guy sorta blackmailed him into providing service."
"The lawyer guy?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?" Sam shrugged. "Well, Swede is taking me out there
next week to help him cause the whole pool compound must need a lot of
work. He was very strict about what I have to do. I don't understand most
of his reasoning. What could happen that could be worse than what I've
gone through before?"
Ron and Dave looked at each other and back at Gary. "Hopefully nothing.
Maybe it's just a work load matter."
Bruce and Steve quietly did legs in the corner. "I wouldn't worry about it
Gary. I'm sure this scumba...uh, lawyer guy will get the type of service
he deserves."
Sam looked at Bruce's poker face. He walked over to the leg machine.
"Hmm, so, Davidson, what do you know?"
"Nothing. Just that some people get the, uh, service they deserve." He
smiled back quietly.
Ron and Tim signaled that it was Gary's turn on the bench. "So, does Swede
do his job in Speedos?"
Gary smirked. "Yeah right as if?"
Gus dopeslapped his son. "Hey. Focus on the lifting. No more sex talk."
"We're teenagers for heaven sakes. It's always about sex talk."
Gus faked impatience. "Well, as one of the token straight men here. I
ain't getting any and it only makes me horny. If you don't lift you won't
grow up to be as big as your old man."
"Are we talking chest or that other thing, that down there?"
Gus dropped his head as Dave Sr., laughed. "Oh I've lost control."
"Dad, there ain't one gay man here who wouldn't help you with your
problem."
"Ewww, they're my buddies."
"Exactly."
"Lift dammit!!" Gary fell off the bench laughing. Tim tripped and fell
over top of him. The room quickly fell apart as Gus and Tim continued to
spar. An hour later, they emerged back into the pool area with their arms
around each other smiling and laughing.
Tank had just returned as the first one back from the run with Harley.
"Ahh, the straight dad and his gay son, how wonderful. I want that so much
with Spence."
Harley fished out a bottle of water from a cooler. "Uh, Tank. You're both
gay."
Sam and Joe returned from the shower and jumped into the pool as most of
the other runners returned, except for Steve and Matt. Twenty minutes
later they came walking back around the house, slightly dusty, their knees
dirty and their shorts covered with grass and dirt. Tank smiled as they
passed on their way to the showers. "I hope you found a spot without
poison ivy."
Matt blushed and tried to not look guilty. "Ummmm, we did."
The friends spent a couple more hours enjoying the pool and hot tub before
Tank gave a loud whistle. "Okay guys. Tonight dinner is a cook out at the
new outdoor kitchen back at Sam and Joe's cabin. We should probably start
making our way back over there. Who wants to help haul beer, drinks, food,
well you know." Harley got everything organized as the men began to change
into their cutoffs for the evening fun. Tank walked up behind Harley and
kissed the man's muscled shoulders. "Where are Spence and Zeke?"
Harley turned around and gave him a disbelieving look. "Oh, I'd guess back
in the room fucking."
Tank looked confused. "Hmm, we'll I guess I'll go check and try to let
them know what is going on." He walked down the long hall and stood
outside the door not hearing a thing. He lightly tapped and when no one
answered looked carefully into the room. Spence and Zeke were wrapped
around each other napping on the bed. A big gob of cum glistened on
Spence's round muscle butt. The remains of some afternoon delight. Tank
scooped it up on his finger and licked it off.
Zeke opened one eye. "Tank did you just snarf down my spunk from Spence's
butt?"
"Yep, tasty." The big man climbed on the bed, pulled the two men to him
with his massive arms and deeply kissed them both. He explained what was
happening as the two younger men pushed him onto his back. "Guys, we don't
have time for this. Besides, if you want to play around, I have to insist
on a four-way with my boy Harley."
"All right, later."
He sat on the edge of the bed and watched Spence help Zeke get dressed.
"You're really serious? You want to play around with your old man?"
Spence sat down next to the big gruff biker. "If you aren't too weirded
out by it. I mean, we don't exactly have the normal father son
relationship and well, oh fuck, there isn't a reason I can think of that
makes it wrong for you to fuck the shit out of me."
"I can. Zeke."
Zeke flopped into his chair. "What? I brought my video camera."
Tank got up and faked a look of disgust. "That settles it. No dick for
you."
"Awwwwwwww."
He stood in the doorway and laughed at them. "Get your lazy asses in gear.
Convoy's pulling out in 20 minutes."
The biggest challenge back at the cabin was how to organize the collection
of vehicles. They had doubled up on rides where they could but didn't
think the caterers would be bringing two additional trucks. Everyone
pitched in and in a few minutes things were organized. The catering crew
started getting the evening dinner prepared. Sam and Joe's guests chose
beds with Dave and Gus sharing the quarantined `straight' men's room. Dave
Jr. was sharing the other small single bedroom with Ron. They threw their
bags in and Dave went to get change into his cutoffs. Ron fumbled through
his back pack looking for something.
"Forget your toothbrush?"
"Um, no. I'm looking for a couple of other things." Dave watched him
fumble around in the bottom of the pack and tried not to giggle.
"Am I going to be sleeping in here alone tonight?"
Ron stood up to change clothes. "Uh, I don't know."
"I thought Scott was here with Swede?"
Ron nonchalantly nodded. "Yeah, he is. But Gary came with them. And then
there's Tim."
"Ewwww." Dave stretched out on the bed to watch his long time friend
squeeze his package into the snug shorts. "So, you three are going to have
a three-way?"
Ron dropped his head. "Formally we have nothing planned but ya have to
make the most of an opportunity when it arises."
"Damn. I gotta get me a girlfriend. Hanging with you guys is cramping my
style."
Ron sat down next to his long time friend. "So when we get to college and
we're all rooming together, is it going to be awkward if Tim and I play
around or bring someone back to the room?"
"No more awkward than if I do. Are you going to be that openly out on
campus?"
Ron shrugged. "Probably not. After all we're not going to school in
California where things might be a bit more open. Buddy, I do want you to
find a girl. Your right arm is starting to look a lot bigger than the
left."
"Fuck you. What's really weird, is that sex is no big thing for me. I
mean I'd rather jack off than take the chance of fucking some bitch and
getting some disease or her getting pregnant. Rubbers are only like 80%
effective."
Ron sighed. "Hard to believe we're going to be graduating in a week and
heading off to college in a couple of months. I've learned a lot from
Scott. And you. And your family and friends. No matter what happens, I
love ya like a brother Davey."
Dave smiled and threw his arm over the young black man's broad shoulders.
"Thanks. I love you too. Just be careful out there. I read things on the
web about people who hate gay people. I wouldn't want anything to happen
to you."
"Bad stuff can happen to anyone. What if the girl you met at that dance
had gotten pregnant? Where would you be?"
"Shhhhh. My Dad's in the next room. He doesn't know how close he came to
being a grandfather. Thank heaven it was a false alarm. That's why I
ain't in no hurry to fuck too many bitches. Scared me."
"Well, if there's any way I can help, let me know." Dave got a scared
confused look on his face. "Not like that fucker."
"Whew. I'd hate to think I'd have to ask my best friend for a blowjob."
Dave pulled out a T-shirt and bug spray. "Here you may need this outside.
So, you think Gary is okay?"
"He seems to be doing all right since the whole old man Toomey thing. He's
focused his energy on lifting. You see his body? He's gonna be screaming
big by time he's a senior."
"Have you and he, you know."
"Nah. Although, he's so horned up over Swede that he'd take on half the
men here."
"Ewwww, over share." Ron put out his hand to Dave as they turned to leave
the room. Dave took it and pulled him close in a hug. "You really are
like a brother to me, thanks."
Bruce had the caterer take care of renting some tables and chairs so the
men could eat outside and enjoy the beautiful May evening. Steve and Matt
went around and lit bug torches. Joe and Buzz had purchased a couple of
bug zappers and were busy hanging them on the front and side porches. Ken
had snagged a couple more bug torches at a local store and set them at the
perimeter of the parking areas. Sam stood on the side porch and surveyed
the bright party lights, the flaming torches, the out door grill and sucked
in the aroma of outdoor cooking.
"The fumes are sure to attract bugs. But we have enough bug repellent
going to clean out half of this county."
Joe took a big swig of his beer. "If we don't set the cabin on fire in the
meantime. Do you think we have too many torches?"
Sam looked around. "Ummmmmmmmmm, I don't know. Are we visible from
space?"
Bill walked up behind them. "I wouldn't dismiss that. Ken has enough bug
spray for an army and more torches in the truck. The man has a real thing
about bug bites."
"Just bug bites?"
Bill licked his lips. "He hasn't found a repellent for me yet. Where are
Tony and Bear?"
"Over there helping the caterer, why?"
"Tony got a bit sunburned this afternoon and I have some lotion that might
help."
Joe shook his head. "Ahhh, a gaggle of gay men, always prepared."
Bill headed for Tony. "Some how I don't think the boy scouts would approve
of this camp site."
Sam titled his head. "Hmm, I wonder how many of these guys were in the
scouts?"
Steve came out the side door. "More likely the brownies."
Tank, Harley, Spence and Zeke were hauling out the last of the beverages
from Tank's place. Spence stacked several boxes in Zeke's lap.
"Hey, just cause I have wheels doesn't make me a beer truck."
"It doesn't?"
Zeke threw his head back. "Shortest romance on history."
Harley giggled. "What? Your name Britney?" Several people standing within
earshot booed.
Zeke got a big grin. "See, don't pick on the gimp."
Harley turned toward the outdoor kitchen with his cooler. "Dude, you're
like one of the last people they mean when they say disability."
"Wow, whatsa man gotta due to get a break around here?"
Spence leaned forward and kissed the beefy chair-bound man. "Wah wah wah,
careful or I won't sit on it tonight."
Zeke wheeled himself forward the kitchen. "Zip. Not a word from me."
Pete was busy helping his boss get the food going but managed to keep one
eye on Header and Andy. Cesar and LJ offered to help the distracted man.
LJ ran his hand over his thick furry pecs. "Andy having some problems? He
doing okay since the operation?"
Pete rolled his eyes. "Oh believe me he and Header aren't having any
problems wearing me out, and I do mean out. I have to talk with Zeke and
find out when he gets his new leg so he can start running again."
"What's that have to do with sex?"
Pete chuckled. "Has nothing to do with our having sex. I need him to get
back to being able to run and use up some of that energy. There's one of
me and they both want fucked a couple of times a night."
LJ and Cesar quietly looked at each other. "Somehow I don't think you'll
get a lot of sympathy in this group."
"Maybe...when I keel over dead from too much sex." The two men laughed.
"Hey, it could happen."
The crowd of men helped organize all the food and beverages and was soon
chowing down on seemingly endless barbecue. Bruce and Steve had planned to
have plenty for leftovers the next day. A day of working out, running and
playing in the pool was putting a significant dent in the food. Sam
watched his buddies scarfing down mounds of chicken, ribs and beans. "We
are going to have to have another big day of activity tomorrow to work off
all these calories?"
Tank sucked the meat from another rib. "I wouldn't worry about
activity. I'd worry about keeping windows open tonight." Pete and Harley
had whipped up several gallons on homemade ice cream and by nine PM, the
gang was lounging and full. The fresh clean air had encouraged several
couples to find dark corners for some easy sucking or fucking. Tank passed
a couple of guys sitting on the side porch big stiff pricks obscenely
outlined in cutoffs and belching from the evening's meal. "Okay, don't
anybody get too close to them bug zappers. I'm not too sure how sensitive
they are."
Dave and Gus were sharing a room and were two of the first to retire.
Giggles and whistles followed the two men as they headed for the stairs.
Dave Jr. blocked their path. "Now I want you two to play safe. I'm in no
mood for a little brother."
Tim snorted. "Me neither."
Dave and Gus smirked. "Yeah like Dave's my type. And you, Timmy boy, be
careful of things that go bump in the night. I'm not ready to be a
grandfather. Uh, oh nevermind."
Dave stood in the doorway. "What? Whadyamean I ain't your type? Oh, for
sure you ain't getting any now."
Gus dopeslapped his son. "Now, see what ya done." A big smile spread
across his handsome face. He leaned over and kissed his son. "Good night
son. I love ya. And if your brother ever comes up for air, oh never mind.
I'll tell him in the morning."
Tim beamed at his Dad. "Love you too. Damn I'm lucky."
A short time later Dave Jr. found himself rooming alone as Gary, Ron and
Tim disappeared for some fun. "Boy, I soooooooo have to get me a
girlfriend. Hanging out with all you gays is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
cramping my style."
The catering crew had cleaned up and left. Pete, Header, Andy, LJ, Cesar,
Rob and Carlos left to go back to Tank's. The second floor dorm was a
shadow box of beefy bodies having hot man-to-man sex in the dark. The only
sounds were moans, groans and heavy slurping.
Sam and Joe said goodnight to Tank, Harley, Spence and Zeke as the four men
climbed into Zeke's van for the quick spin back to Tank's. Joe watched the
taillights fade in the dark night. He turned, dropped his cutoffs and
undid Sam's. "I beg your pardon. We're out in the open."
Joe licked at Sam's large round nipples. "I checked. None of the straight
guys can see us from their bedrooms. And like we care if any of our gay
friends see us." He kneaded his lover's big pecs. "Damn, those are
beautiful. Grrrrrrrrrrr. Give me a biceps flex. Oh shit yeah." Joe slid
to his knees running his tongue down the center of Sam's cut abs. "And
this baby, mmmmmmm. This is one fine cock. Damn, it's like a work of art
in this light." Joe sucked down the big prick and slurped away at the full
balls. Sam held his head in place with his shaft buried in Joe's hungry
throat. The rock hard dick was soon dripping with Joe's spit. "Oh yeah
Daddy, fuck me out here under the stars." Sam looked questioningly at his
boy. "It's okay. While you were helping clean up, I slipped inside and
cleaned up, uh, inside." He giggled at his joke.
"Such the good scout." Sam hoisted Joe to a picnic table and spread him
out on a convenient blanket Joe just happened to produce. The young man
groaned as Sam's massive pole slid into place. Sam fucked Joe's ass
slowly. Joe's breath adjusted with each slam of the big cock deep in his
ass. Sam looked up at a naked Steve and Matt about to join them from the
other end of the table. Matt and Joe got lost in deep, passionate kisses
as Steve and Sam plowed their respective lovers. "Where...did...you...come
from, damn, don't clamp down boy?"
Steve didn't miss a thrust. "We were in the bed of my pickup and this
looked too good not to join. Hey, kissy face. How `bout sharing?" Steve
leaned down to kiss Joe as Matt twisted to suck face with Sam. The two big
men broke off the kissing to slam the two beefy butt men. A few minutes
later they unloaded and watched as both bottom pigs shot off without
touching themselves.
Sam moaned. "Damn, that's better than roasting marshmallows." The four
men got comfortable on a table. Matt and Joe cleaned their lovers' cocks
then snuggled under a blanket with them to drink another beer. Steve
leaned over to give Sam a deep kiss. "We love you guys. Thanks for
inviting us here."
"Thanks for helping turn this into someplace special. Buddy, I need to get
some sleep. Come on Joey. I need to piss and get to bed."
Matt dropped to his knees. "I'm here for ya." Sam shot him a surprised
look as Matt sucked his cock deep into his mouth.
"Damn." The four men extinguished all but two of the torches then headed
inside. Just outside the side door, Joe stopped. "What? You hear
something? Crickets?"
Joe smiled and slid his arm around Sam's tight waist. "Nope, just the sound
of heavy duty sex coming from upstairs." The four men listened to the
heavy breathing and moaning.
Steve tried not to laugh too loudly. "Gonna have a lot of sheets to wash
tomorrow."
A few minutes later Joe climbed into bed next to his warm, muscledad. "So
what did Tank say to you about a dream he had?"
"I'm not sure. He said it was important for him to share this dream with
me. It was important for the future. Yours and Harley's."
Zeke pressed the button on his lift and the van ramp disappeared back into
the truck. He locked the doors and allowed Spence to wheel him back into
Tank's house. He had become a totally independent man when he was very
young and still had some problem accepting help from the occasional person
who offered to push his chair. As they entered the house, Harley announced
he felt they needed a shower and a nice relaxing soak in the hottub.
Spence turned Zeke's chair toward the garage locker room. "Where we
going?"
Spence squeezed his buddy's shoulder. "A nice hot shower and soak sounds
really good to me."
"But I was in there earlier and it ain't equipped for me."
"Don't worry you have three strong men to help you...with everything."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgawd."
Spence wheeled Zeke as close as he could. He dropped his cutoffs, peeled
off his T-shirt and stood before Zeke. "Okay, dude, get naked." Zeke
peeled off his sweat-stained shirt and pushed himself up so Spence could
drop his shorts. Spence took advantage of the situation by sucking the big
limp dick into his hot mouth. Zeke gasped in a quick breath. Spence stood
up and held Zeke's forearms. "I'm going to turn around and want you to
climb onto my back so we can get you over to the water."
"Uh, okay, sure. But that will only succeed in making me hard."
Spence pulled the big muscular arms around his chest. "So much the better
my dear." Zeke groaned at the silliness. Spence stopped under a hot spray
of water. Harley came up behind Zeke and held him in place. Spence took a
large bottle of liquid soap and began to lather Zeke's body. The sheer
pleasure of the hot hands on his most intimate body parts had Zeke moaning
and lost in a sexual high. Harley nuzzled the thick neck. Zeke twisted
his head and sucked Harley's tongue deep into his mouth. Another set of
hands reached around and began working his nips. He opened his eyes to see
Spence standing back lathering his own body. The hands belonged to Tank
who was slowly pressing his cock into Harley's ass. Spence walked backed
over and pressed his warm soapy body against Zeke. Zeke searched his eyes.
"Go ahead."
Zeke nuzzled his head against Harley's. "Harley, can you get your dick up
my ass. Please fuck me." Harley glanced up to see Spence nod that it was
okay. Tank stopped his slow fucking of Harley until the young man could
get his dick in place inside Zeke. "Holy fuck. It's been years since I
had anyone fuck me. I suppose it should be Spence."
Spence let Zeke's weight rest on his body as Harley and Tank resumed their
slow fucking. "We have a lot of time to do all these things. What's a
fuck among friends?"
Zeke groaned deeply as the hot wet soapy bodies all moved together as a
unit. "Right now this is heaven."
The four men moved as a tightly-knit machine until Tank buried his load
deep in Harley's ass triggering Harley's load into Zeke and Zeke's spurting
between he and Spence. The four men rinsed off, gathered up their stuff
and headed toward the hottub. Tank scooped Zeke up in his arms and carried
him back out to the courtyard. Harley ducked into the kitchen to get them
four beers. As the four men, relaxed in the hot froth of the tub, stars
twinkled in mass on the clear May night. Spence felt a hand wrap around
his dick and slowly begin to stroke him. He raised his head and kissed the
mouth close to his. His eyes opened when he realized it wasn't Zeke he was
kissing. His father's handsome wet face smiled back at him.
"Son, the three of us got off back in the shower but you didn't so I think
it's your turn."
"But Dad..."
"Nope. Let me." Tank lifted Spence to the edge of the tub and knelt in
front of him. The bubbling water splashed over the big man's broad
shoulders as he swallowed his son's stiff cock. Tank moaned as the dick
slid deeper down his throat. Spence looked over at Harley and Zeke who
were sitting quietly next to each other enjoying the tub and smiling at the
two men playing out a sex scene in front of them. Tank was a master at
giving head having been on the giving end for years to his previous two
Masters. Spence braced his arms as best he could and gave into the best
blowjob he had ever had. He filled his father's mouth with thick creamy
manjuice. Tank stood up and kissed his son. Spence could taste his own
cum on his father's mouth. The two men embraced as Spence sobbed. "I owe
you so much Spence. A blowjob is the least I could do." Spence giggled and
Tank let him slide back into the water.
Zeke pulled himself back over to Spence and rubbed his hands over the big
round pecs. "That was hot. I've been fucked, I'm parboiled, bit of a beer
buzz and I so want to feel you next to me in bad all night. This feels so
right."
Spence quietly smiled as he nuzzled against Zeke. Harley and Tank were
relaxing in each other's arms on the other side of the tub. "Yeah, this is
so right."
Joe woke up in the middle of the night and got up to take a piss. When he
came back to bed, Sam was awake and waving a stiff cock at him under the
sheets. "Oh Daddy, is that for me?" He slid into bed onto his back,
raised his legs up and held them with his beefy arms. "Fuck me Sam." Joe
felt the stiff monster cock press against his ass and spread him open. The
big head entered him and felt like a ram as Sam pushed deeper. The two men
rocked the bed as they rutted for a good 30 minutes. Joe finally let go.
The force of his body contracting sucked another of Sam's loads deep into
the man's tight ass.
Tony and Bear huddled in a sleeping bag outside under the stars lost in
their own lust from overhearing Sam and Joe's sex. They had only gone
outside to enjoy the night for a short time. As exhausted as they were
from the all out orgy that had ensued in the cabin's dorm, another moment
of inspiration was not going to be wasted. Bear wrapped his thick legs
around Tony's tiny waist as the smaller man rammed his oversexed tool deep.
Bruce and Steve found them sound asleep in the sleeping bag when they went
out to start breakfast in the outdoor kitchen the next morning.
Steve smiled at the two men. "Should we wake them?"
Bruce slid his arm around Steve's shoulders. "Nah, we've been together 25
years, don't you remember how it was? Look at those smiles."
Steve looked lovingly into Bruce's eyes, one green one blue. "I still wake
up with a smile each morning."
"I love you too."
Steve turned toward the kitchen. "Oh yeah that too." He groped his
lover's big dick. "I have been smiling like a nickel whore for 25 years."
Matt stuck his head out the side door with the other Steve. "Who you
calling a whore?"
Bruce stifled a laugh and pointed at Tony and Bear. "I think we all were a
bit playful last night."
Matt pulled a naked Steve outside with him. "Amazing what a little fresh
air will do."
Bear stirred in the sleeping bag. "What are all these people doing in our
bedroom?"
Matt's Steve just giggled. "Oh we're going to have lots of tired puppies
this morning."
Steve and Matt threw on jeans then helped Bruce and Steve start breakfast.
It took another 20 minutes for most of the men to slowly appear. Ken,
Bill, Scott and Swede set up a serving line as Buzz and John reorganized
the tables and chairs into a closer group. Sam and Joe finally staggered
out from the bedroom and sat at the top of the stairs lacing their
workboots to go with shorts and T's.
"Damn. Based on what I was hearing from upstairs last night, I didn't
expect this many people up this early."
Joe studied the large bulge in Sam's shorts that was pure porn no matter
what he did to adjust it. "Are we having sausage for breakfast, large
sausage?"
Ken fed and watered the two happy dogs. "Um, I'd say you got more than
your share of sausage."
Gus and Dave came walked around from the front of the cabin. Gus had his
arm thrown up over Dave's shoulder with a huge lopsided grin. Officer John
stopped organizing plates and flatware long enough to smirk. "Are we to
believe that you two heteros did the deed and came over to our side last
night?"
Gus opened his mouth to speak and then threw his hands up in the air.
"Nah, we were going to try to convince you of that but we both slept like
logs. Best night's sleep I've had in ages."
Dave Jr. staggered out the side door. "Judging by the supersonic snoring
coming from your room I have to believe that. I say we go shopping and get
this guy those nose strips to stop snoring. Show of hands?" Slowly most of
the hands went up.
"What? Can't have been that loud?" Gus looked at Dave then back at the
men. "You slept through it." Dave reached up and removed earplugs. Gus
looked shocked.
Buzz shook his head. "Dad, why do you think us boys all kept waking you up
all night all those years for stupid reasons? We thought we could get you
to roll over and stop snoring. Shook the whole damn house. Gus looked
dismayed. "Dad, we still love ya, but I sleep much better not being at
home. Don't know how Tim does it?"
"Speaking of Tim. Where is he?" Gus and Dave looked around. "Hmm, the
only ones not up yet are the three nelly teenagers."
Sam sipped a very hot cup of coffee. "You know teenagers. They stay up
all night and will sleep all day if you let them.'
Dave Jr. poured himself some orange juice. "I'm out numbered here. I am
not saying a word. Nada. Zilch."
Swede furrowed his brow. "I hope they weren't up to no good. I promised
Gary's dad I would watch out for him."
Officer John scratched his head. "I wouldn't worry about Gary. I think he
could teach us all a thing or two from what he has been through. Same for
Ron." The men were about to start serving when a loud rumble filled the
valley and steered everyone's attention to the long drive. Tank and Harley
led their buds up the drive on their bikes. Spence partnered with Harley
and Zeke hung on to Tank. Header, Andy, and Pete followed on their hogs
with Cesar and LJ pulling up the rear in Zeke's van. Two minutes later Rob
and Carlos rumbled up to drown out everyone's welcomes.
Zeke was ecstatic as Spence helped him from the back of Tank's Harley. "Oh
man that was awesome, super, hot."
Spence steadied the wobbly man. "I didn't know you liked riding bikes so
much."
Zeke smiled from ear to ear. "Oh yeah, bikes are great. Not too many guys
I know will let me ride with them. Best part of this, squeezing Tank.
Wrapping my arm around all that beef and holding on, woo-hoo."
Tank hung his jacket over the back of the bike and grinned a sly evil grin.
"It was the steering you liked." He reached down and squeezed his fat hard
boner in his jeans. "Man used my tits and dick to steer. Check for
yourself." Spence reached around as Zeke settled in his arms and groped a
big stiff prick. "Spence, son, if you're thinking of getting a bike.
Well, you better be prepared for that man as a passenger to be holding your
wank tight. Real tight."
The men were all slapping each other on their backs, hugging, laughing and
groping when the three teens appeared sleepy eyed and half naked. Swede
ruffled Gary's hair and gave him a sour parent look. "I hope you didn't do
anything I will have to explain to your father."
Gary shyly looked around at all the beefy men. "Uh, my father wouldn't
quite get the explanation. But he knows I'm gay and for gosh sakes look
around."
Tim slapped Swede on the back as he walked by to get coffee. "Don't worry.
No one's pregnant." He poured himself a tall mug. "Not that we didn't
try." The men were still laughing and carrying on when another big SUV
made its way up the drive.
Joe stared at the tinted windshield. "Sam, who else could that be?"
Before Sam could answer, the Ford lurched to a stop and the four big
passengers got out. "Eric? Tom?"
Sam grinned. "And Thad and Brian." The men all gathered for another round
of introductions, gropes and slaps. "I wasn't sure you'd make it so I
decided to leave it as a surprise for Joey here."
Eric slowly walked around the camp sight hugging buddies and admiring the
handy work of Tank's crew. "Wow, this is unbelievably awesome. We're on
our way to a big political shindig in DC, so we flew into Pittsburgh,
rented a truck and are driving the rest of the way. Hooking up with these
two was pure coincidence at the airport. Hope you have room, they sorta
invited themselves."
Sam threw his arm over Thad's shoulders and smiled. "Well, between here
and Tank's, I'm sure we can fit them all in comfortably. We have a king
bed in our room so Joe and I were planning on sharing with you and Tom."
"We were." Joe blinked and looked confused until Eric walked up behind him
and hugged him. "Oh yeah, I see. I get your point." Joe looked around
and rubbed the obviously large cock in Eric's jeans.
Tank shook hands with Thad and whistled. "Where are you from? Damn you're
a fine looking man."
"Greece sir, but I live in San Francisco. Well, I did. I'll be moving to
Pittsburgh in June. With Brian."
The announcement was greeted with another round of cheers as everyone
mingled and chowed down on the mounds of breakfast food. The men were
busily making plans for the remainder of the morning. Some were going to
take advantage of the numerous antique shops in the area. Others were
making a trip to a nearby Harley shop to visit a buddy of Tank's. They
would all meet back at Tank's again for an afternoon of lunch, working out,
lounging in the pool and hottub and whatever else.
Tank was busy writing out directions for various places. His buds were
going to split up and each accompany the out-of-towners. As he handed
directions for the bike shop to Ken he pointed toward the vintage Ford
pickup. "That yours? It's in super shape."
Ken lovingly patted the hood. "Yes sir. I took good care of her."
"A bike would look real good in the bed there."
"And one does. I didn't bring it cause Bill doesn't ride but he's itching
to learn."
"So you've taken him for a few rides?"
"Yes sir and he likes to steer."
Tank fell over laughing. "I bet you too been doing more then riding it,
what is it a Harley?"
Bill looked down at the ground a bit embarrassed. "Yes it is and we uh,
well, we..."
"He fucked the snot outta me over it. I'd have to get a trailer to haul
bikes though; cause the bed here belongs to Doober. He loves to ride back
there and wag his tail at everyone." Tank tweaked Ken's prominent nipple.
"Fine looking truck, handsome dog." He reached behind Bill's head and
rubbed his short black hair. "One damn fine looking man, even better on a
hog." He looked from Ken to Bill and grinned. "You two are perfect for
each other." Tank sauntered away to chat with Gus and Dave. Ken and Bill
leaned against Ken's truck and watched the big man work the crowd.
Gus and Dave offered to move to Tank's to give up a room for Thad and
Brian. Dave Jr. decided to tag along and not be the lone straight man left
in the compound. The men divided up for their various adventures about
10:30. Joe rode along with John and Buzz. Sam was left to clean up and
lock down the cabin when Tank quietly walked back into the main room and
flopped into a big easy chair.
"This is one fine cabin and campsite you have here, I know I've told you
that. And you have built yourself a pretty damned good group of friends to
share it. They all love each other and really love you. You have a well, I
don't know quite how to describe your style Sam. One in a million."
Sam poured himself another cup of coffee and flopped into the chair next to
Tank's. "Thank you. Same could be said about you brother." They clinked
coffee cups. "So what's this big thing you need to discuss with me."
"Oh, the kinda thing not all of us likes to think about or plan to do." He
stretched out his long thick legs. "I'm a man who plans for the future,
wasn't always, but I learned that from my Sam. Harley's a good man. So
he's learning the business inside out. I'm not getting any younger and
lately I've been slowing down and having a lot more aches and pains."
"You look as healthy as a horse. Hung like one too."
Tank chuckled. "Thank you for noticing. Hard to ignore that large pole
between your legs either buddy. But. I want the business to be in good
shape and in good hands if anything should happen to me. It'll be up to
Harley and Header and Andy to keep it going. Those two crazies are like
family to me and I want to be sure they have a solid future."
"That's commendable and damn good sense."
"Sam and I worked our butts off to make this business what it is and I
think I have three fine men to take it over when the time comes."
"Hopefully, it won't be for a long time."
"From your lips to..." Tank took a long breath. "My family has a high
incidence of cancer and so far I've outrun the damn stuff, knock wood. But
lately I've been seeing signs in myself that I saw in my father a long time
ago. I want to have everything in order."
Sam sat up and put his hand on Tank's left forearm. "Are you okay?"
"I think so but I have a physical in a couple of weeks. I just want to be
prepared."
"Good idea. But what does that have to do with me?"
"Oh a couple of things. I need to go back and amend my will to include
Spence. I haven't been the best father to him but I can provide for his
future. And I trust you'll be around to stand beside him when the time
comes. There are a few things you don't know about me and you need to
know. I knew you were coming into my life before you bought this place.
It's fucking weird I know but I had this dream and in it Sam, my partner
and Ted my first lover told me everything. And it has all happened just
like I dreamed. Every detail."
"You should play the lottery."
"Nahhh, don't need the hassle." Tank reached into his vest and pulled out
several sheets of paper."
"Sam and I did well. Um, we're both college grads and well educated in
finance. Surprises most people to hear that. We just couldn't work in the
office world. This is what I need you to help me do and that's to oversee
my estate when the time comes."
"Tank, I don't know what to say. Of course." He handed Sam the bank
statements and waited. "Holy fucking mother...I'm betting, you old fart.
Harley doesn't know does he?"
"That I'm worth all kinds of money, nope. Doesn't mean a thing to him. He
gave up his all to be my partner. So, Sam, I need you to make sure my will
gets carried out, when the time comes, and one more thing."
"What? You have a business plan, a will, a financial plan for one huge
chunk of money. What else?"
"Harley gave up everything as I said. He wanted to be my slave. Same as
Buzz considers himself John's slave. He has no fucking clue in hell what
the business or his master is worth. He can run the business blindfolded.
But unlike Buzz and John, Harley wanted an agreement between us, master and
slave."
"I know men in several cities who have done that. But what does that have
to do with your will and all this financial and legal stuff?"
Tank shrugged. "Not much in some ways. The man will be set. But Harley
wants to know he has someone waiting for him when I'm gone. That's you
Sam." Sam sat back in his chair. Tank watched Sam's face as he slowly
came to understand what he was saying. "Harley loves you and Joe. He
wants to belong to you. This part is his idea."
Sam looked at the huge mountain of a man sitting next to him. He couldn't
fathom this man being gone any time soon. Tears rolled down Sam's face as
Tank quietly stood and stripped off his cloths. "Of course Tank. I'm
honoured to accept Harley. You better not be planning on checking out any
time soon."
"I'm not. But as someone who served two fine masters and who now is a
master to one fine slave, I need you to claim me as yours. Please Sam,
this time it means so much more."
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